WASH THE BLOOD AWAY. Written by. Chris F. Penoyer. (c) COPYRIGHT 2015 All Rights Reserved

BLACK SCREEN The soothing patter of RAIN. INT. S APARTMENT - BEDROOM The room is a mess. Dirty laundry and random garbage is thrown about the floor. The computer desk is cluttered with empty soda bottles and food wrappers. There s a KNOCK at the front door. INSERT CLOCK: 12:09 PM Only now, (26) rolls out of bed. His longish hair is disheveled and his face unshaven. He rises out of bed and gives himself a healthy scratch. Jared s athletic build hints at the good looking young man masked underneath this veil of unkempt. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Jared opens the front door and reveals HAYDEN (17), the name stamped across his high school basketball jersey. Hayden wears a dangerous haircut and has a muscular build. What? HAYDEN Hey, you Mike? (Groggily.) He s not here. Hayden perks his head up and attempts to peer inside. HAYDEN Where s he at? Work. You want something? Hayden smirks, annoyed. HAYDEN Nah, I ll come back later.

2. Jared shuts the door. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS Jared rifles through the fridge and pulls out an almost-empty bottle of soda and finishes off the last couple of gulps. (Sighs.) Great. He chucks the empty bottle onto the counter and leaves the kitchen. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS Jared takes a piss in the toilet. His head cocks to one direction. He stops peeing suddenly with a percussive DOINK! His cellphone RINGS from the next room. Jared exits the bathroom. He doesn t flush. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Jared walks in and grabs his cell phone off the nightstand. INSERT CELL PHONE: Mike Calling... He rolls his eyes. Yeah? (V.O.) Have you gone out today? Gone out...? (V.O.) To look for a job? Oh, that. Um, haven t gotten around to it yet.

3. INT. OFFICE CUBICLE - CONTINUOUS (30) is lean, well groomed, and looks sharp in his Armani suit. He s busy at his desk, phone on his shoulder, typing on the computer with one hand as he rifles through a pile of files and folders with the other. (Into phone.) It s been three months. You need to get a job. INT. S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Jared paces the room as he scratches himself. I know, I know, but no one s hiring right now. (V.O.) Dude, I just saw a hiring sign out in front of McDonald s this morning. No way, Mike. I told you I ain t flipping no fucking burgers. (V.O.) I don t care what you do, Jared as long as you re making rent. It s not that simple, Mike. (V.O.) Well, let me simplify it for you. Playtime s over, brother. If you can t help with next month s rent, you re out. Kapeesh? Jared rolls his eyes. Whatever, Mike. INT. OFFICE CUBICLE - CONTINUOUS A female secretary taps Mike on the shoulder.

4. SECRETARY They re ready for you. Mike acknowledges the secretary and she moves on. Mike hangs up. Look, I ve got a meeting. We ll talk more about this when I get home. INT. S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Hey, someone came by here looking for you. (No Response.) Mike? INSERT SCREEN: Call ended! Dumbass. (CONT D) Jared plops down on his office chair and gets on his computer. He opens his internet browser which takes him directly to a Porn site. BATHROOM - LATER Jared jerks off in the shower. KITCHEN - LATER Jared rifles through the fridge. Where the hell is my...? Jared looks over to the counter and sees the empty soda bottle. (CONT D) Son of a... LIVING ROOM - LATER Jared is on the hunt as he rips off the couch cushions.

5. He finds a small trove of loose coins. He pockets the loose money and scampers out the front door. EXT. APARTMENT GROUNDS - DAY The dark clouds above have unleashed a torrent of rain and high winds. Jared makes his way across the apartment grounds impervious to the elements. He casts his eyes upon APARTMENT 48. The upstairs window is open. Directly below there is a large green bush with a number of it s branches broken and bent awkwardly, as if something smashed it from above. Jared smiles. EXT. POOL AREA - CONTINUOUS - DAY Jared drops his coins down into a vending machine. Something catches his vision. Jared slowly turns his head. A body of a DEAD GIRL (16) floats face down in the pool. Shit... Jared dives into the pool and retrieves the girl and pulls her out of the water. He turns the girl over on her back. There s a GUNSHOT WOUND to her chest. He jumps back startled. He takes a closer look at her. Heather? (CONT D) FADE TO BLACK. EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - MAIL AREA - DAY TITLE CARD: Yesterday. The sun burns hot in the sky on this beautiful summer afternoon. There is no hint of the coming storm.

6. Jared pulls out a small stack of envelopes from the mailbox and flips through them. (Reading.) Mike, Mike, and Mike. (Sighs.) Great, all for Mike. Jared tucks the mail envelopes under his arm and leaves. EXT. APARTMENT 48 - DAY - CONTINUED (16) sits on the steps outside, smoking a cigarette. She has pale skin and a healthy figure with plenty of junk in the trunk. Heather wears a two-piece swimsuit with a towel wrapped around her head like a turban. She shoots Jared a smile. Hey you. Hey yourself. Get your skinny ass over here and give me a hug. Well, because you asked me so nicely... Jared saunters over. Heather wraps her arms around him. What s up? Nothing. What are you doing home from school so early? I ditched. Parents at work? Heather nods and takes a drag off her cigarette.

7. Spent all morning by the pool. How are things with you and that new boyfriend you were telling me about? Rick s an asshole. How come? Cause he is! He didn t even buy me a birthday present. My sixteenth birthday! What kind of a boyfriend doesn t buy their girlfriend a present on her sixteenth birthday? An asshole boyfriend? Fuck him. I deserve better. (Playing along.) You do. Really? Look at you. You could be a model. Shuddup! No I can t. I m serious. Pfft, I m fat. Jared stifles a burst of laughter. Don t say that! Look at you in that bikini. You like?

8. Heather does a little shake n bake with her hips. He stares wolfishly at her ass. Heather notices. She bites her lower lip. (CONT D) Say, you wanna... come inside? Huh? We can hang out; watch TV, get high, or... (Dirty smile.)...whatever? Jared thinks about it... for about two seconds. Sure. INT. APARTMENT 48 - LIVING ROOM - LATER The typical afternoon Talk Show plays on the tube. On the coffee table lies Jared s mail, Heather s bikini top, and a torn open condom wrapper. There s no one on the couch, just the bottom half of Heather s bikini, and her towel. Jared and Heather can be heard from the bedroom down the hall; a chorus of MOANS to rhythmic SLAM of a headboard against the wall. (O.S.) (Orgasmic.) Oh God, yes. Yes! S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Jared and Heather are tangled underneath the covers in the midst of a sweaty romp. There s a crescendo of strained gasps, and cries of relief. From the window, the sound of a CAR DOOR slams shut. Heather s eyes go wide. She uses her legs to semi-catapult Jared off the bed and onto the floor. She scrambles to the window.

9. Shit! Shit! Jared grabs his pants. (CONT D) What the hell Heather? Shut up! Ricky s here. What? Now? Get dressed! Heather grabs her robe and Jared pulls his pants up. (Sarcasm.) What do you want me to do, hide under the bed? Out the window! Serious? Now Jared! Ah, shit... Heather races out to the living. Jared opens the window. He sees the large bush below and jumps out! FADE TO BLACK. EXT. POOL AREA - DAY TITLE CARD: Present Day. Jared frantically performs CPR, but Heather is long gone. He jumps back from the body in a panic, blood is everywhere. Oh shit... shit...

10. Jared settles himself. He watches the heavy rain wash the blood away. He looks about his surroundings in this horrible storm. No visible witnesses. Okay... (CONT D) Jared walks over and scoops up Heather s body. He walks over dumps her back into the pool. Sorry... (CONT D) Jared makes a hasty exit. INT. S APARTMENT - BATHROOM The shower steams up the bathroom as Jared strips off his sopping wet clothes. INT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - LAUNDRY ROOM - LATER Jared dumps his dirty clothes into the washing machine. He grabs the detergent bottle and pours in soap. Lot s of soap. EXT. S APARTMENT - LATER - NIGHT The rain has stopped. Jared carries his load of clean laundry towards the apartment. The sound of SIRENS in the distance. Ambulances and police cruisers pull into the parking lot. Jared s face goes pale. Oh God. INT. S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - LATER Jared bounces one leg and fidgets nervously on the couch as he watches the local News on the TV. The front door opens and Mike walks in.

11. Jared is stunned. Jared exhales. Who d you kill? (Hard swallow.) What? Dude, there s like a hundred cop cars out front. What the hell happened? I dunno... The Bears game on yet? Few minutes. Mike plops down on the couch. He kicks his loafers off and puts his feet up. He grabs the remote and changes the channel. So what d you do today? Did you walk over to McDonald s? Jared doesn t answer. Jared gets up. (CONT D) You didn t did you? (No Answer.) You re something else, you know that? You re going to end up just like Dad. (Not to be bothered.) Mike. I will throw you out on your ass just like Mom did. You want me to? Cause I ll do it. (CONT D) Don t you walk away from me.

12. I gotta take a shit. Jared heads for the bathroom. Grow up dude. Fuck you. What d you say to me? Mike rises up, ready to pound Jared into oblivion. Jared SLAMS the bathroom door shut and locks it behind him. There s a KNOCK at the door. Shit. (CONT D) Mike answers the front door and reveals Hayden, the basketball teenager from earlier. (CONT D) (Steaming.) What?! You Mike? HAYDEN Yeah, who are you? I m Rick. HAYDEN Rick pulls a PISTOL and SHOOTS Mike through the chest. Blood splatters against the living room wall behind him. Mike stumbles backward, eyes wide with bewilderment. He falls backwards and CRASHES through the coffee table in a heap HAYDEN (CONT D) You forgot something. Rick pulls a small stack of mail envelopes from his pocket and drops them onto Mike s body. He stuffs the gun back into his pants and makes a quick escape. The toilet FLUSHES from the bathroom. Jared exits.

13. Mike? Jared sees the bloody mess on the wall. His eyes go wide as he sees Mike on the floor. (CONT D) No. Oh God, no! Jared cradles his brother s head in his lap. Mike is a deer in headlights. He coughs up blood. (CONT D) Jesus Christ! Mike gurgles out his last breath and is gone. Jared is hysterical. The stack of Mike s mail slides off his body. There s a single torn open condom wrapper at the bottom. THE END.